After the Honeymoon by Heidi Seaborn
October 06, 2022
After the Honeymoon
by Heidi Seaborn
Darling, if your second marriage is anything
like mine,
you will be invited to his mother’s home
to crush the garlic, swirl the sauce to a simmer, whisk
up eggs, cream, babies.
You will hush your cry. Reduce
your glamour to a glimmer.
Slip your high heels under his bed; walk barefoot
into his story. Its glory fading
in the flash of lights, cameras, red carpet
under your manicured toes.
I dare you to hold that pose—
his arm shielding against your fame rising.
Do you remember wanting a man
to love you into oblivion?
When you lift the skirt of your dreams, will he
applaud?